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Relocation vs. ummm--- the other option. Black bears are fairly common in NE Ohio and NW PA. (Birdfeeders have been outlawed as the bears view them as an "all you can eat" smorgasboard.) About 10 years ago(The numbers in this post are not necessarily accurate on account of I'm wingin' it), a young male black bear of maybe 1 or 2 years old, decided West Virginia was just not the place to meet young lady bears. So, off he went on his journey northward, searching for a place where he could find some "action". Well, he got to about the middle of Ohio(about 140 or 150 miles) and found himself in downtown Newark(Ohio) at the height of lunch hour. Now Newark isn't exactly NYC but it ain't Mayberry, either, by any stretch. The local law personnel acted quickly and shot him with a tranquilizer. He was then tagged and relocated about 150 miles south, across the Ohio River. The very next day, there he was again, just as if he hadn't ever left. He had to swim the Ohio River and travel at a running gait, non stop, to succeed at this feat. Again, he was tranquilized and relocated. Wouldn't you know it? The next day, the same bear showed up in Jersey Township, which is about 20 miles west of where he had been the previous 2 days. This time, the local authorities decided that a bear this hell bent on doing his own thing was simply not to be trusted. He was shot and killed. What's the point? There's just no telling what a teenager "in love" is liable to do so don't take any thing for granted.

I, for one, say we give White Dove a break. After all, he's not really saying those things are "facts", just ALLEGED "facts"! HeeHee!

She Blinded Me With Science!---Thomas Dolby

Let me see if I understand correctly, Oldies. You want to criticize Don because he still hadn't come to grips(21 years ago) with what was happening? This is 2008. As far as I can tell, you still haven't come to grips with it! Nothin' personal, brother, but what exactly is it you think Don should do? Do you think he should just keep quiet because he was as hoodwinked as we were? I personally applaud him for the guts it must take to come here and speak openly. Maybe some day, if the little light bulb finally lights up for you, we should point fingers at you and say, "Gee, Oldies, you should have figured it out from what you read at GSC , all those years ago." "Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself."------------Bo Diddley

Divorce is a mighty tough pill to swallow. I can attest to that. You are both in my thoughts and prayers.

I Got A Line On You-------Spirit

OCW There are lots and lots and lots of musicians here on GSC. And yes, I do like to sing. (and play harmonica) ------------------------------------- Mr. Miller Thanks for that info. Music trivia interests me greatly.

Yep.

Zal lived somewhere in The Great White North but I'm not sure where (Though I think he might have been originally from L.A.) He died a couple years ago from heart problems.

Sorry it took so long to get back here. You are 100% correct, Mister Strange, that is, indeed, Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bobby Zimmerman

Here's the original At Last by Miss Etta James. No pictures so you have to close your eyes and listen.

Hi there, A la P. That whole Alison/Robert CD is totally Killah! I highly recommend giving a listen to Your Long Journey. ( a Doc Watson tune) Re: Nikki Thank you so much for calling my attention to her. What a talented young lady she is, indeed. Just wondering----Is she related to the late Zal Yanovski from Lovin' Spoonful and Mugwumps?

In 1966, Randy Wolfe joined Jimmy James and The Blue Flames as a 2nd guitarist.Jimmy James, who was born John Hendrix, aka Jimi Hendrix, needed a way to distinguish him from the bass player from Texas who was also named Randy.So, he called the bass player Randy Texas and the 2nd guitarist Randy California because that is where he was from.About a year later, Randy California formed his own band along with his well known jazz drumming step father, Ed Cassidy.They called the group----Spirit. Here's Spirit in 1968.

Not sure I understand the Question. Are you asking who gets top billing? (ie: "Why isn't it Patriots vs Giants"?)

Kinda reminds me of a song by the late Paul deLay called Stop Your Groanin' I got a 'lectric blanket And a radio too. And I get more warmth and conversation Than I ever got from you. Makes ya wonder if he ever had any ties to TWI.

I find myself wondering how they determine the "vintage".

"Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine."

Yup! Even now, if I'm in some sort of business meeting or seminar, I find myself wanting to string the chairs and duct tape the extension cords. The desire quickly passes though. :)

Religion is a zoo!! OK--- Now that I have your attention, I'll back up a step. When I was just a little whippersnapper, I was quite fond of capturing all sorts of creatures and critters. ("Snakes and snails, and puppy dog tails--------------------------") I would put them in a jar and watch their every move. Kind of a miniature zoo of sorts. Sometimes I would look at them through a magnifier. I would watch the grasshoppers "spit tobacco". I would look at them from every conceivable angle and sometimes even(GASP!) dissect them. Still, I had no idea what made them "tick", so to speak. In fact, the closer I studied them, the further I got from really understanding what their existence must be like outside the jar. Yet, when you see them zigging and zagging their way through an open field you appreciate them in a sense that transcends mere words. I think God is a bit like that. We put Him in this little jar we call "religion" and try to understand the vast picture He represents. Sometimes we look at Him through a magnifier. We look at Him from all kinds of angles ,and yet, it takes us further away from appreciating Him. Not understanding Him, mind you, just appreciating Him. When you witness a baby take its' first breath or hold someones hand as they take their last, there is some sort of wordless message from God in those moments. When you see the complexity with which the human body is constructed and the precision with which it functions, it just seems rather silly to think it all happened by chance. Now, that's not to discount the reality of evolution. Maybe evolution is a key component in the way the big scheme of things works. I don't know. But I think if you try to put God in some sort of jar, you miss the beauty of how he zig zags freely through the fields of life. Well, that's my take on it, for what it's worth.

I Got You, Babe----------Sonny & Cher

Seth Kinda weird how the essence of that isn't too different from the experience that I had. Life is wacky, ain't it?

If I remember correctly, we had to pay $6.00/week to the food co-op fund. To see that in perspective, that was about 3 hours pay at our day jobs for most of us. We made our own Mayo, salad dressing, sprouts, familia, etc. Whatever we couldn't make or grow, we bought once a week on "manna" night. We had red meat once a week. Don't get me wrong, I think the menu was actually pretty healthy. It just wasn't always very appealing ------or filling. My first year there, Susan L33ds was in charge of menu planning and coordinating the effort. I really think she did an outstanding job with what she had to work with. But think about it, 6x50= $300. That was a whole lot of money back in 1975. Plus, that only paid for breakfast and supper. We were on our own for lunch or anything else. And then we had rent & utilities and "house fund". It's hard to believe there wasn't at least SOME margin of profit just from these things. Add to that, we did limb work for free, had to ABS and sponsor a corps member to boot! I really don't think they ever had to use any "red ink" in the ledger. But then again, I'm no accountant so what do I know?

Hopped in my car this morning and tuned in "Deep Tracks"(XM)BLAM!Much to my delight, the song of the moment was Squib Cakes----Tower of Power(T.O.P.)What a way to start a Friday! :)Squib Cakes----T.O.P.